WAR CRIMES: Night without Dawn

Through the cold, wet darkness, the
people hurried homeward silently, drawing threadbare coats tightly
around hunched shoulders. Policemen paced beneath feeble street lights,
stamping their feet. A sharp wind whispered through shattered walls and
broken towers, bringing shivers to everyone in Nürnberg. This was a
night which had been longed for by millions in death cells, in all of
Europe's fearful prisons and pens. But now, in the piercing wind,
victors and vanquished alike felt the chilling doubts that invariably
attend man's deliberate killing in the name of justice.